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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
Atec Март 01 2008 15:08:11
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. A musical voice, not
quite deep and not quite high, spoke. "I'll get it for
you."
The weight rocked.
A higher, childlike voice said almost sadly, "No. I don't
want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you
know."
The weight settled. Something wet and thick was
dripping around it, seeping a little at a time in through tiny
pits on the blade. "Blade," it thought, half-asleep. "I have a
blade."
And a moment later, more sharply, "I taste blood."
The blood was rank and bitter, laden with strange salts.
The thing knew, without knowing how, that it had tasted
better blood than this - better than this goblin blood.
As more dripped on the blade, it suddenly thought
clearly, "I'm a dagger. I'm a dagger, stuck through a goblin's
heart."
A new voice that seemed to come from everywhere
laughed, each word chiming like a falling icicle. POOR
PET. YOU HARDLY KNOW YOURSELF. And it laughed
again.
Though the voice sounded as if it could be anything - rock,
corpse, wind, or weapon - the dagger thought of it as "she."
You CAN'T SEE YOURSELF, CAN BARELY FEEL
YOURSELF, AND DON'T KNOW YOURSELF AT ALL.
Her voice showed casual contempt for weakness. YOU'VE
ONLY JUST FED, AND IT WASN'T VERY GOOD, WAS
IT? She purred, SOON YOU WILL FEED AGAIN,
PERHAPS MANY TIMES
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